But first, a few recollections on why,
maybe, in a World Is Flat way, you may not need to leave your gay ghetto to experience everything the
Cher-friendly globe has to offer.
[Editor’s note: Please be advised that our intrepid Editor-at-Large in Sydney
has only recently stepped off a plane and remains a little cross-eyed
and grumpy. We imagine he may be more cheerful tomorrow… or not!]
1. The Rainbow Flag
It flies high over the Castro, but did you know that
homosexuals have adopted it in a world-wide NAFTA-style agreement? Yes, it’s the
most banal and tacky symbol in the LGBTTQQF
community, but everyone’s embraced it as readily as embroidered denim. Why go
halfway around the world to experience the pleasure of over-poured drinks and the San Francisco-born multi-colored pinwheel when you can find it down the street at Faces or the Ramrod or wherever it is you go on a lonely Friday night?
2. Drag Queens
Yes, Australian women are manly-manlier even than the straight actors in Priscilla Queen of the Desert-but is it any
excuse to subsitute a c-cup for an actual man? Of all the things that
the US has exported, ugly women-dressed-as-men are the easiest to replicate, but the comedy stylings of actual woman and faux queen “Jackie Loeb” (Barbra Streisand
impersonations, out-dated ditties involving Alanis Morrisette) at a delegation dinner last night, could be just as easily
experienced in Peoria-and by someone with an actual penis to boot! Bring back
Heklina-oh, wait… she’s on this same damned tour with us.
Have you heard of “Dick’s Erection” construction company? Are you
mesmerized by someone wearing a t-shirt begging you to “Do Me?” Australia may be
the place for you, but so might Key West, San Diego, Cheyenne or Fremont. The
internet means that everyone can have the same unfunny t-shirts wherever you go-Dubai, Davos or Duquesne. Yes, we know you’re gay, faggot! We are
4. Dance Music
Decrying dance music in the country where the patron saint is Kylie Minogue might seem like protesting body hair a bear convention, but we’re walking around and we can’t. get. away from it! Just as gay culture worldwide seems to sup at the same Madge-Brit-Babs trough, Europe’s gay DJs are our gay DJs are the DJs down under. And with Kathy Griffin, Margaret Cho and Cyndi Lauper hopping from Pride to Pride to Pride, is the gay circuit any different than the old Borsht Belt?
The saddest fact of gay life is that the
further you go from an urban center, the more likely some unhappy homosexual
with Cosmo breath is going to tell you you’re lovely and then get angry when you refuse to blow him in the bathroom. Just remember: He’s going to go home drunk and unhappy no matter what,
and so are you-but at least you won’t have chlymydia in your throat. Oh wait-we do.
Check back tomorrow for another dispatch from Gay & Lesbian Mardi Gras in Sydney, in which our Editor-at-Large insults some Heath Ledger fans and gets beaten up by a drag queen (…or not!).
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